Novel & Cerita A Story Book

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

she said with some annoyance. "Cassarina, you'll know the book I'm talking about once you see it. Just open your eyes," the woman said. Cassarina stared at the old woman who had come to be her mentor and teacher in her black robe. She sighed and got back to work. As she checked the middle of the shelf, a certain book struck her observation. It had the title The Kingdom Itself: Snails on it. "That's a strange name for a kids' story," she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search.

We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

Rhae slowly walked towards the bookshelf off to the side of the room and began skimming the titles. "Tales of Fae," Aynyra grinned, crossing her legs in the bed like a toddler. Rhae pulled the book off the shelf, examining the repeatedly broken spine and the clear wear and tear on the cloth-covered binding. "A children's book?" Rhae questioned peering at the title. Aynyra chuckled, "It's not a children's book, it's based on history. It's fact." Rhae walked over to the bed laughing, "It's myth Aynyra, don't tell me you believe in the Fae."

I found this in the ‘Cursed site’ and brought it here so that my parents won’t burn it. “Gramps, have you seen the books I’ve collected yesterday?” “Ah, yeah. Found a book that would be an easy read.” He moved towards a pile that was separated from the rest. “Tis... The ugly duckling,” he said. He began scanning the said book. “Tis not the kid’s stories. It’s a love story.” He shook his head and smiled. “Teen girls must have covered it as a disguise. But why did they chose ugly duckling?”

Cheska was 12 years old, Francine was 10 years old and Alexis only 7 years old. "We are going for vacation. Kiss your mother goodbye." I said to them flatly. Marga started crying again but louder this time. Cheska the eldest of the three tried to comfort her, stroking her hair. "Your mama cannot go with us. She has work here. But grandmother needs us back home." I lied. I seldom do but it is always for the good of everyone. "it's okay Mama. You can come and visit us when your work is done, right Papa?" It was Francine.

he wiggled his brows at me and snorted and I shook my head. "Is it about your author friend?" I asked and he nods. "Yes! There's something intriguing about her story" he said and I raised a brow at him. "Don't tell me you're brooding over a fictional story that someone wrote" I chuckled. "It's not a fictional book. It's non-fiction and the story is quite touching". "Since when did you become a softy over books being read?" I asked still amused. "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you".

She is reading a book. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked her. "Get back to work." He told her. She pouted. "B – but..." she said and sniffled as a tear fell from her eye. "This is just so sad..." she told him and raised her book. Hail frowned. "What the hell is that?" he asked. Her eyes sparkled. "It is a love story about lovers who meet in the clouds!" she answered, excited. "That's stupid." He said.

and I showed him the book I am holding. “Is that your story, right?” Syrel asked and she gets the book away from me. “What the heck. There is nothing inside” she reacted when she saw the content of the book. “It’s just a sample handbound of my story. Besides, where are calculating how we can put all of it in just one book. Look at it, it’s thick because it has 500+ pages” I explained to her. “So don’t expect that it has contents now because it’s just a sample” I added.